A gentle rain is scenting the dry places along the trail as we climb through the forest. The vibrant green of Spring grass opens the heart. Music from a tinkling brook echoes the gratitude we are feeling. Here, we follow our instinct. We leave all that is learned behind and surrender to the knowing.
a butterfly with tenderness she dances from flower to flower pure white and breathing
Walking through the dunes the scent of gorse reminds me of sun cream, our bike rides to the sea. It’s your birthday today. You would have been sixty-eight. I can imagine you silver-haired, your smile and wit still bouncing.
meditating the circles and spirals of a driftwood root ball the place in our lives you held still dearly in our hearts
Matsuo Bashõ (1644-1694) is one of the world’s best known haiku poets and his work has been guiding me along a poetic journey that offers me a space to pause and breathe. He carried the poems of Saigyõ (1118-1190) under his arm and I was curious to read what Bashõ was reading. Saigyõ gazed at the moon and flowers in many different places. According to Gary Snyder, Saigyõ takes the moon into his mind and out again, opening a new way of seeing the universe.
It is something I can relate to, climbing this hill. I see the colours unfolding in echoes of moonlight and sun. There are still remnants of purple on the higher ground, where the heather was late to flower.
ancestral moon autumn’s deep places in our heart between the green, gold and violet mirrors everywhere
This piece was inspired by Saigyõ’s Mirror of the Moon (translated by Gary Snyder, 1978). I love the way Saigyõ’s tanka can be read both as the lines fall on the page and in reverse order, something I love to aim for when writing my own tanka.
Wishing you all a magical Thursday,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, Settings: f/2.8 – 1/320 s – ISO 160, f/2.8 – 1/640 s – ISO 160 and f/4 – 1/400 s – ISO 160.
Kristjaan at Carpe Diem invites us to write an ‘extreme haibun’, a haibun in no more than 55 words (including the haiku) about ‘New Life’. I have challenged myself to write this as tanka prose (a paragraph of prose followed by a tanka).
Walter is saying goodbye to us at dVerse Poets to take care of his wife of 32 years and put his poetry on the back-burner for a little while. Like so many of us who care for loved ones, whether four-legged or on two legs, there is so much I learned along the way from those who went there before me.
When you roll up your sleeves to look after others it is important you also take time to roll them back down and look after you. The more you look after yourself the better you are able to care for those you love.
becomes the carer’s carer
the changing colours
of the dragonfly.